Utter gibberish and nonsense.
It is kind of late, but I am sweating so much I have to sit in my chair without a t-shirt on and with a wet towel clinging to my back. The towel helps me keep cool and kind of catch some of my sweat. I know, it sounds disgusting, but it helps during this awful heat. I am honestly suffering; as I have probably said earlier.
For some reason today has been horrible. The heat really did my head in and it was a miracle I did not end up in an accident when trying to get Lizzie from A to B in the crazy Brisbane traffic. It is not enough that the traffic might be crazy, but the streets seems be have been placed by blind midgets high on acid and mescaline. Even when using a sat-nav you are lost if you have never driven down the street you are heading towards.
If you are a tourist coming to Brisbane by car I suggest you park it at the hotel and use your feet to get around. We have been living here almost half a year now and we still need to use a sat-nav to certain destinations.
Seeing how I handle myself in traffic makes me understand why I never bothered getting a license. Of course, seen how some people drive here I should have no problem getting an Aussie drivers license.
I do not mean to be rude, but some are very lucky to be alive; or been driven off the road by a wild mob. Who knows, some might have been, maybe that is why they are driving like they do; trying to escape from a mad mob wanting to kill them.
What would be perfect now is a cold beer, but we are a tad short on funds at the moment; and I do not really have a craving for rum. Even if I am curious on how rum, ice cubes and rich soy milk will taste. I fear that I will like it so much it will be my daily drink; until my IBS says ‘no’ and I puke my guts out.
Yesterday I was so bored that I weaved two yellow pages together to see how friction holds them together. I know Mythbusters did that, but some things you just have to experience yourself. It took some time and I did a botch job weaving, but it worked out and it was kind of interesting. I stood there like a child pulling at these two books that refused to part.
So glad I am still in touch with my inner child and have not become this boring old geezer who suddenly have decided to be too old for everything. I feel sad for people like that. Must be sad being so boring. It is only your body that grows old, not your mind. Your mind stays the same after each year you get older; only difference is that it gets more experienced, if you let it of course. If you do not let it experience it will die long before your body and you will just end up as an empty shell wandering this planet, just waiting to die and hating everyone around you having more fun than you.
Finding work has become more difficult. I have lowered my standard as low as possible I can and still keep my sanity and integrity; but for some odd reason there are fewer jobs at the moment. It is unfair and not so fun. I have reached a point where I am actually considering taking a job as a pizza baker, even if it means handling meat. I guess that is life; and who ever dealt me this hand should stay as far away from me as possible when I checkout.
I think it is time for me to checkout for tonight and get some well-earned sleep. Maybe I even have deserved some magic monkey juice; you know, so I can take a trip to space land?
When I say magic monkey juice I really mean melatonin. Honestly, I do.
Catch you on the flipside.
